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Grimbol nods once in reply. He's never spoken, as he lacks a tongue due to a few wrong moves in his younger seafaring days. Riv unsheathes a stiletto and begins sighting down the fine edge. "Nothing'll get past us, Lady Galedeep," the shrew says matter-of-factly as she flicks the dagger into a faraway stump. "Heh, better get that," she grins to herself. "It'll be a long night."